Saturday, January 8, 2011

Talk About Embarrassment!

OK, so this is how it happened:

Last year, following an episode of some crazy dirty-dancing at a jam session with my mates, the desire to trace back my AWESOME dancing abilities came over me, and I asked mom whether I had always been a prodigy. (My mom has this unparalleled sense of recounting both memorable and unmemorable events whenever needed.)


She snickered. That’s right. She SNICKERED when I asked, then took the liberty of finally telling me how, as a child, whenever I was asked to perform by my elders, I would grasp the edge of a chair or a bed or anything about my eye-level, spread my legs and plant my feet firmly before leaning forward and setting off with my favourite, and only, dance routine- ASS SHAKING. Yes. I used to throw my hips left and right, singing whatever incomprehensible tunes that took my baby-fancy. I had the innocent (and wickedly exploited) talent of sending my aunts and uncles and grandparents into fits of frenzied laughter.
How could I EVER face them again!


Today I was audibly considering growing my hair long enough to be made into braids (I had been listening to hippie music) when mom idly told me that she used to tie whatever I had for hair into a ponytail and THEN braid it, with the rubber band at its start rather than at the appropriate end. Then she would set me free to totter about with this little braid dangling over me in midair, making me a sort of animated idea of a joke for any random onlooker. What a mess…

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

...feelin' fake? GO FESTIVE

It was Diwali last friday.

Basically, it's a festival of lights. We decorate our homes, exchange sweets and do all the fun stuff with crackers and firework, and light candles both within and without the house. Well, lighting candles is my favourite part. I love all that nicely moulded wax, contained within glass or otherwise. As for bursting crackers, I avoid that at any cost. It's not that I'm going green; it's just that I don't like that level of noise, although the excitement it induces within people is infectious. But I'm glad to declare that people are going green. Must be a gargantuan task for cracker lovers.

When I saw the firework bursting in the sky, I could not help remembering Katy Perry's "Firework". Critics describe the song as a towering anthem aimed directly at lifting self esteem. My favourite lines from the lyrics are:


You don't have to feel like a waste of space
You're original, you cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow.


Maybe you're a reason why all the doors are closed
So you can open one that leads you to the perfect road. 

Now, I just want you to see firework whenever you get a chance, watch it burst in midair against the black sky and feel the thrill of the moment. And I want you to think- what if that firework were you? What if you were the one shooting across the sky in a fantastic burst of colour, leaving the whole world wonderstruck with your light? The truth is- you are a firework. Each one of us has got a spark, we just need to "ignite the light".

As we grow, we acquire different experiences that shape our beliefs, self image and perception of life. Some of these are positive, some are negative. Some are even traumatic. As a teenager, you might feel that you don't fit in, and this thought alone can be disastrous on your self esteem. You must understand that you don't need to change yourself to fell accepted. You don't need to spend your teenage regretting your decisions, wishing for a chance to start it all over again. Don't be afraid to express who you are on the inside, and don't let your flaws stop you from having a great life, doing what you want to do.

Just be original, however out of place it might make you feel at first, because you cannot be anything unless you become yourself! Each person has a spark- a gift; it's upto you to make it a firework.

Jack Kerouac, the American novelist and poet writes "They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"..."

Sunday, November 7, 2010

I create a blog!

Hey everyone! My first entry on my first blog!
Exciting as it is, I can't help wondering what will become of it...I can visualize my articles receiving eager responses from readers, and I can imagine this whole thing swirling down the drain into undisturbed oblivion. Oh but let's not fuss over what wills or what won'ts. I'd rather be an unabashed writer than a careful poser. It's late night and I don't plan to get done (or even start with, as for now) with my piling up homework. As it is, sleeping on my work is an old habit. And there's always tomorrow!
Well, I hope to get into the habit of blogging real soon. Wish me loads of luck amigos!

Fare thee well!